Jodie Larson is a wife and mother to four beautiful girls, making their home in northern Minnesota along the shore of Lake Superior. When she isn’t running around to various activities or working her regular job, you can find her sitting in her favorite spot reading her new favorite book or camped out somewhere quiet trying to write her next manuscript. She’s addicted to reading (just ask her kids or husband) and loves talking books even more with her friends. She’s also a lover of all things romance and happily ever afters, whether in movies or in books, as shown in her extensive collection of both.
Excerpt from Fated To Be Mine (Fated #2):
Andrew dips his head, drawing my gaze back up to his. “Tell me what you’re thinking? I know you get locked in your head, creating stories and scenes which aren’t real. I know you feel insecure about us, but I can’t begin fixing this until you talk to me. I need to know what you’re thinking and feeling.”
I sigh and play with his fingers again. “I’m playing the ‘what if’ game in my head. What if I wasn’t that stupid insecure girl? What would have happened to Sarah if I would have just trusted you to think of me as more than just a fling?”
Andrew’s hand squeezes tighter around my fingers. “You were never a fling. Why didn’t you believe me when I told you this before?” His voice gets quiet, apparently displeased I still thought that way after he had reassured me over and over that we weren’t.
“My insecurities tend to get in the way more often than not, creating roadblocks which aren’t there and making things into more than what they seem. And I’m trying not to be that way with you, but it was so fast, so sudden, so…”
“Perfect,” he says, completing my sentence for me.
“Yeah, perfect. There just had to be something wrong with us. Nothing in my life has ever been easy or…perfect. So I got scared and went into flight mode. I couldn’t fight because I knew who I would be picking the war against…me.”
With a gentle sweep, Andrew’s knuckles graze my cheek, brushing away a tear that somehow had leaked from my eye. His features soften as he continues stroking his hand up and down my face. I feel guilty for my behavior from before, letting my pride and fears rule my heart, knowing deep down there was never any hope of leaving this man. If all of this is true, why didn’t he say something when I blurted out those stupid words?
“Andrew?” I ask with a trembling voice.
“You’re thinking again, I can see it in your eyes. Talk to me, Tessa. Ask me anything you want and I will answer it. You must know by now there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”
Maybe he didn’t hear me that night. And if so, would it be worth bringing up now? How can I ask him if he heard my words and not be hurt if he didn’t return the sentiment? And deep down do I honestly believe that he doesn’t? Andrew flew across an ocean for me, a week before he knew he was going to see me. What does that say about him? Is that the action of a man who just likes a girl?
“It’s just…I don’t know how to…”
“Do you still love me?” Andrew blurts out.
I freeze, unsure of what to do. Oh God, he did hear me. My head pulls back, allowing his hand to drop from my cheek. A hurt look crosses his face at my reaction, making my own flinch from causing him more unnecessary pain.
“Please tell me you haven’t stopped. Tell me I’m not too late, that you haven’t already moved on with another man.”
A million things swirl in my brain, all jumbling together, creating a vortex of emotions and scenarios, none of which can be easily picked out. “Andrew, it’s more complicated than a simple yes or no answer. That night…I didn’t mean to…there were so many emotions in me…I just…” I’m stammering like an idiot, unable to form a coherent sentence if my life depended on it. And right now it almost seems like it does.
“Tell me you love me. Tell me there’s still a chance of that love between us. We can find our way back to each other and heal the pain we’ve both caused by our lack of communication and misunderstandings. That night, that glorious, magical night, was the best night of my life. I couldn’t forget it if I tried and won’t forget it for as long as I live. I want to create many more nights exactly like it. I want your mornings, your afternoons, and your nights. I want them all. So I need to know that the woman who is the center of my whole world and is sitting right here beside me after I never thought she would, still loves me.”
Fated To Be Mine (Fated #2)
Adult Contemporary Romance
Published: 6 October 2015
They say that distance makes the heart grow fonder, or that time heals all wounds. What they don't tell you is that it doesn't lessen the pain. I don't think those people have experienced a loss like this.
I left my heart in London, and I'm not sure I'll ever get it back.
But fate has a plan of her own. She keeps me guessing and hoping that not everything is as it seems.
Hearts can be shattered but can also be put back together. Especially when love doesn't give up on you, even if you think it has.
Check out the rest of the Fated Series on Goodreads HERE.